wonderseeker

[wonderseeker]

On sight

Poised and ready, this bubblegum smile tames the tongues of many keeping afloat the pink resin that grows & grows pregnant with its last breath bursting into the universe here. This sound played back in the recording on repeat: the moment, the moment, this moment we fell in love.

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[wonderseeker]

Creation

You, like weathering along sand bark, crooked and pinching the corpus callosum, pink pearls drooping into the center of this valley. You like the inner membrane of river organs, gasping for a smooth cry, a bend cradled into the womb confessing. I dream of you floating between rising waves, air still, cobblestones trembling like acupuncture, the light splintering into chrysanthemums. And you are spiraling, confessing, drunken into this night, you are wonderless and wonder falling, dripping, unmoored, shored, razed into infinite parts. But infinity is the paradox. You are razors driving seams into this night, walking through walls, adding new stitches to this poem, and I envy those who catch you in the in-between. A rotund roundabout with night sky etched onto its dome, and I am watching you from this black hole widening its embrace. You on the other side, curls untouched, unweaned, waiting for this language to carry you home.

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new year

and it is the way the smoke climbs onto the seventeenth story & asks for forgiveness

for the ancestors who have undone the charred remains of lunch

for the harbinger of new losses hovering inside stale water stains

for the bearer of old paper letters writing themselves into prayer

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this is how you spell beautiful

B. ask him for flower letters, the ones he left to dry under the gaze of the moon, as the milky light prickles below the tender curve of your name

B. understand attraction is perfection in disguise, that it only exists when his eyes spy your indulgent limbs, how they trace his lenses so perfectly

B. tell him you are good enough, but allow him to arrange you with the exotic, butterfly orchids, how you will always stand out, how he will keep you when he gives the others away

B. feel the cage of your clavicle, how your skin dips closer to your center, the way his hands explore caverns with palms steady against the sides, carving his path into your history

B. ambrosia nightmares.                        wine-stained dusk. his mustard breath curls around your finger.            asks for a home.

B. awake to a bed of violet phlox by the windowsill, framing your shadow figure in the coarse netting. there is a reason why portraits are fenced with gilded embroidery, tapering the edges, a world of isolation in perfect quadrilateral. 

B. he embarks on a mission

                     in oiled feathers, steel bones & razor   joints. comes home               marching                                  to silence.

E. The women have left in a mass exodus, they have built their own city with hands he left behind They have made home a word that means what their mothers called womb—safe, impenetrable There are skyscrapers with glass walls but no ceilings so the world can see what they have built

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clockwork

Brown,           paper body

on a tangerine comforter.

Count the amber beats                in time

and let the scent of lemon hold the tempo.

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queen

you call her a queen      because you said some girls are just like that

some girls with a voice of steel,      body from bark, hands like honey

as I reach for the bowl of sweets      wondering if I could digest ‘queen’

transform into a light      in your eyes, blinking in twilight

wondering if what you see      was queen enough

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3

are we ever enough for the people we want to be

will rejection ever leave only fading pockmarks, a bruise

that indents into skin, absorbs layers deep

we do not recognize will saying you are beautiful

be enough anymore will you believe me

when I tell you you are worth more

than what the world has marked you

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exquisite body

Dead body, cold figment of the imaginary.   Our hopes can only hold one dead body, with scaly skin, blue fingertips, hair that died long ago but remains beautiful, lonesome body died forgotten today. Yesterday, last year she breathed words   that sounded like a poem, agony disguised under pretty sounds, droplets of honey her mother collected in her urn. All that is left of her is the one part she wished could die,   but they stole away the most precious part instead.   *   Dead body, of imaginary.   hopes hold dead body, skin, blue long but lonesome body forgotten last words   poem, disguised pretty, honey, her mother, urn. All left one part she wished die   but they most precious instead.   *   Dead body   hopes forgotten words   honey she wished   most precious.   *   Dead body.

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Every hand holds a place

You did not know that when you called yourself a storyteller, the white space became so much darker. You resorted to flinging white pox on the black canvas until someone told you she would confine the not-so-meaningful meaning  in a gilded frame. She says: you made me wonder if                    this      had             to have       meaning to       be.

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2

sometimes, love erases the need for apologies, sometimes, love craves only touch, a nip  from the wispy tails of  a feather, sometimes, love will shred your wings, leave you raw flesh and broken

promises, ones you thought were a part of your  love.

sometimes, love is no longer.

But a sermon  you recite every night, wondering where the sometimes went.

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[wonderseeker]

another day in america

When will it stop? The blood I cannot see, but the words that tell me otherwise. When will it  stop? The blood I cannot  see but the tears that  tell me otherwise. When  will it stop? The blood  I cannot see, but the silence that tells me.

the silence that tells me.

the silence that tells me.

the silence that tells me. 

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[wonderseeker]

1

even infinity sometimes wishes it could have an ending, beautiful amber beats, a rhythm of cosmic eternity captured in the last sacred breath

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[wonderseeker]

To My Children

Baby––they fear colors, the finger-painted figures of you and me, a memory they have silenced with their prayers

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